{ The School Office } [Re-Open] PAGE 36: THE CALLING

[Daffupanda]

Despite the closing events of the previous night, Morton was still mostly glad to have set up the Truth or Dare game. Maybe next time (if there was a next time) they should pick a better, more secluded place to play such games. And maybe they should pick their day a bit better too. Regardless, Morton was still mostly pleased, even if it did mean he'd been hauled back by Hellma, and well... detention.

Although the fact Coralie had been so er... happy? (Morton hesitated to use that word, but she didn't seem particularly displeased with the idea of detention) Had made the gargoyle wonder about the reaper's sanity. Still, he made his way down the hall and joined the growing mob of students near the office.  

[Kyrieko]

This was not how she wanted to spend the day. In fact, she would much rather be back sprawled out over her pillows, even if it meant having to listen to the whining and screeching from her minipets. But...LW was, if anything, quite curious about the office. She'd heard...things about some secretary that resided in here. This was the she-wolf's first time in said office (and sadly, probably not her last).

The scents of familiar students came to her as she approached and she was, a little happy to see that there were several from Truth or Dare here already. A shudder raced along her spine. Red was...a very frightening werewolf. One that the she-wolf could honestly admit she respected and admired. What? She was a werewolf too. LW could appreciate a much scarier wolf when she saw one!

With a sigh, tail drooped a little, LW entered the office with the others. "Sup all?" She said, moving to lean against a wall for the time being.  

[Shia bean]

Red should not have impressed her as much as she did, since the teacher was incredibly strong and...well...a well versed FEAR user. Natalia entered the office and found a seat nearer to the group she recognized. Had they ALL been caught? Wonderful...

At least she would not be the only one. Hearing some of the comments being made, Natalia bobbed her head in a nod. She was very glad she hadn't stayed behind...very, very glad. Although sitting in a net with Renaissance and LW was not what she would have called a comfortably spent evening. Bah...  

[Eight]

Detention..detention. Why was Junko getting detention? She had awoken that morning in Yaya's bed like she had intended to from the beginning anyway, but then she had she found she couldn't...remember much of anything. And she had a headache that would make Jack's skull split in half! Owwww! Why did her head hurt so bad? She was not pleased in the slightest unlike her dear marid friend who was looking very, very happy. Huh? Why did she look so happy? Junko had listened to her explain they got caught by not only Red but Hellma as well, and everyone who was at the game had gotten themselves a nice session of detention. Great. Just great. Junko was a good ghoul, she did her best to stay out of trouble, and she tried her damn hardest to stay out of detention! And now she had it and she couldn't even remember it.

...That was Morton's fault! He'd dared her to drink! Damnit!

That was why Junko did not look as pleased to be here as Yaya as she followed the demoness into the office, a deep frown on her lips and her gaze on the ground. This sucked. She didn't want to be here. Junko just wanted this Candlejacking headache to go away! She did look up long enough to see who else was around, spotting Morton amongst the crowd and glaring darkly at him. This headache was his fault, her not feeling well was his fault, her not remembering anything was his fault. Everything was Morton's fault. The end. "Oi! Gargoyle kid!" Junko winced and put her hands over her ears. Owww! No yelling! No yelling! "You bett--" She'd moved her hands to cover Her mouth to make her shut up, a pained look on her face and her eyes closed tightly. Owwwwwww!

"What are detentions like...?" Junko asked no one in particular, sliding down the wall until she was sitting on the floor with her hands clamped firmly behind her head over Her mouth. This sucked.  

[S a l l y S h e e p]

Being toted back to the Reaper dorms was not pleasant at all for Colette. The entire ride, she had tried to cling to her dress and make sure it didn't flop down to expose her; all while trying to keep a grip on Dasher, who had woken up midway and flopped about in fear. As if that wasn't enough, when they arrived to the dorms, a boil with a huge helmet had been dropped on her as well as the other ghoul Barth was with. If they weren't heavy separate, they sure as hell were when combined. This proved to be a good crippler when trying to avoid Red arriving and serving detention.

Detention. Where Colette had never planned or wanted to go. She had nearly cried when she received the word from the professor.

The Reaper sluggishly crawled in, tired as well as depressed about having to go to detention. The tired part definitely showed the most, and she put herself in the nearest clean seat she could find before burying her head in her arms and letting out a half-sigh, half-moan of finally being able to sleep. "Nngg.. "

Colette hadn't even bothered to look and see if anyone she knew was in here, but she had a pre-determined idea of a group of horribly improper students and then her having to sit alone in the same room. Her idea of detention was definitely discriminatory.  

[Bilious]

Christof hobbled into the office with a sour look on his face. Detention? DETENTION?? He was a GOOD Igor! Being sent to detention stung worse than a steak through the heart. Igors generally obeyed Rules, or at least if they did not they weren't *caught* if they were any good at all. And the manhandling of the shadow creatures had only made the indignity of it all the worse.

Looking like he was about to break into tears at any moment, he slumped into a desk, burying his head in his arms in the process.  

[MoonKitsune]

Calder was chanting that everyone would be okay, when he heard someone ask what detention was like. He forgot that a lot of people from the bathroom detention were not present and he looked up with worried, troubled eyes over to Junko. "You don't even want to know. I was in a detention where we were left to go into a forgotten bathroom and clean it. The things I saw there…." He shivered at the thought, standing up to start pacing. He looked like a senior inmate ready to go for another round of electric shock treatment. Even though it wasn't cold, Calder rubbed his shoulders, feeling the need to keep his hands busy as he paced in what little space there was.

"This won't be good. Whatever it is, it won't be good." Then again, it wasn't as bad as seeing Helma strip, but seeing as all these students weren't blind or had ripped out their eyes, he guessed she didn't go that far.
 

[kuropeco]

Detention. How very...pathetic, Ren thought, grumbling to himself as he slouched into the room after the igor (whose name had escaped him, as usual). He did not particularly want to be there, especially since his head was ringing and all he wanted to do was sleep.

He recognized a good chunk of the students already in the classroom; most were from the night previous, and Ren dragged himself slowly over towards the rest, flopping into the seat beside Natalia and immediately putting his head down on the desk.

"Can we go home yet?"  

[Naked Satan]

Ungh. Detention. Raziel had barely even been at the... party? For long and he was still stuck in this jacking hole. This was not starting out to be a good day. He still felt disgusting after being inside the mouth of that questionable creature the night before, despite taking a long shower. He hoped that detention would go over quickly, or at east have some amount of excitement happen. He recognized a number of students from the night before, but still had not truly met them and did not know their names.  

[Kyrieko]

LW wasn't sure what to expect by being in here. Too many different rumors had passed by her ears. She watched as students filtered in through the door, pretty much the entire Truth or Dare group. The she-wolf spotted the familiar faces of Ren and Natalia. She started to push off the wall and walk towards them, but someone else drew her gaze. Was that the patchwork? He looked...very upset.

Nose wrinkling in dislike of being in here, LW decided to go sit near Christof. Something about seeing upset he was tugged at the softer side of the she-wolf. Giving Ren and Natalia a small wave, LW flopped down in the desk next to the patchwork. Gently poking at his arm, "Hey...you alright?"  

[Toshihiko Two]

"Hi, Yaya," Barth said. He liked Yaya, he decided. They were on similar wavelengths.

Colette and Christof dragged in right after one another. Both of them were looking...miserable.

He wasn't sure what Christof was miserable about. No one had dared him to do anything unseemly, and after Barth had yelled at him he'd garnered a lot of...attention from several attractive demons. He was pretty sure exactly why he now had their attention. Like sharks smelling blood in the water.

There was nothing to do about it now. ...He'd need to talk with Christof about it, soon. Not all demons were, well, him.

Colette he recognized as...tired? Tired. It was a moodset he was definitely qualified to identify.

"Both of you, err, alright?" he asked them.  

[Bilious]

At the sound of voices and the poke, Christof glanced up with a frustrated expression, first to LW and then to Barth. Of course he didn't blame either of them for what had happened- Barth had actually impressed him with his cool control over the hunchback's temper- if anything it was his own fault for not running when he had the chance but... with the chaos that had been around him combined with the emptiness left when Yaya's warm embrace had bolted from him had left him stunned. He should have acted quicker! Would a fully trained Igor spotted in a graveyard with a body draped over his shoulder get caught? You just didn't. That was not how Things were Done. His Creator would be displeased, SO displeased when he found out.

Still looking miserable (and he was NOT crying! HE WASN'T. His eyes were just tired. Really. Tired and watering.) he practically slammed his notebook onto the table, writing in large, bold lettering:

"NO."  

[Eight]

Man, how many people had been at that game? Were all of them really getting detention! She looked to Calder when he answered her question, looking completely horrified by what he was suggesting. Clean a bathroom? Normally that may not be so bad but...if he wasn't even able to finish the sentence then what were they going to be doing?! Junko jumped a little at Yaya's suddenly touch, now fearing the worst thanks to Calder. They were doomed? Augh! She didn't want to clean a bathroom!

"Um...yes, please. That would be nice. Thank you, Yaya." Junko replied quietly mostly for her own benefit. Talking too loudly hurt her head. She dropped her hands from the back of her head and as she did She raised Junko's hair in a threatening way against Yaya.

"Try it and die!" This was, of course, an empty threat. The worst She could do was be incredibly difficult and make the braiding take longer than it should in hopes of frustrating Yaya...or possibly bite her fingers if they got too close.